Tuesday night I tossed and turned, worrying about how I would get to the ferals the next day. The Weather Network was forecasting doom and it seemed the city might be shut down by the massive snowfall predicted. I was relieved Wednesday morning when I awoke. Still, there would be lots of shovelling to clear the cats's feeding stations and shelters.
Thankfully Tory, with her 4 wheel drive, came and picked me up and we went down together. Two shovels are better than one. We shovelled until our shoulders ached.
Even though it was cold and windy, we saw about 15 cats and made sure everyone got water and food.
Maggie couldn't wait, and just ate right by the car.
Here's Tory surveying one feeding station.